Special Treatment Page #2

Welcome. Please come in.

Enjoy your meal, boss.

How is the soup?

- Delicious.

It's my recipe.

I didn't know whether

to order game or fish.

We could use a specialist

in your field.

No more, thank you.

Not even one glass?

- Not even one.

Our basic problem is:

We planned to open a

whiskey distillery.

The demand is very high.

We bought the newest machinery,

but our productivity is low.

Our workers drink.

If that was not the case,

wages would go up.

The town would prosper.

I have to chase my workers home

after the working hours.

They laugh at me and say:

Why change bars?

Why do you serve beer

on the streets?

It's an old tradition.

- Some tradition!

You used to win

Olympic medals.

What happened to

that tradition?

They've been selling it

like that for years.

If I abolish it I might

as well leave town.

Forgive me, I must

have more soup.

Here, boss.

You'd better watch it.

- Watch what?

It's bad for you to

eat so much.

But I love to eat, my friend.

I don't drink much,

I don't chase women and

I don't smoke.

Listen to my song and then

you'll understand better.

I wrote the lyrics and

they the music.

Come on, my song!

What am I to do mother

when I like to eat?

I don't just eat a lot,

I eat with pleasure.

I shall go on a diet

in Heaven,

I shall go on a diet

in Hell.

"Are you h-h-honest?

Are you f-f-fair?

G-g-get thee to

a N-n-nunnery.

Why woulds't thou b-breed

sinners?"

That's very funny.

Is there any more?

"What is a m-m-man

when his main goal

"is to d-d-drink..."

No, n-n-not to drink,

but to

"sleep and eat".

"He is a l-l-livestock

and nothing more."

Bedtime. I'm switching

off the lights.

Wait, what's the hurry?

W-w-we are n-n-not

in hospital.

It's past 10 p.m.

Bedtime.

Ha! Curfew! - Get out,

or I'll call the Doctor.

Regular Gestapo.

- Ass kisser.

It's for the child...

and for you.

He's asleep.

You like children?

- A lot.

That's why I feel sorry for him

for not having a mother.

He needs her at this

tender age.

I don't understand how a

woman could

abandon her son and

such a man.

I've heard he was really

rotten to her

and that's why she ran away.

- If it was his fault...

...he wouldn't have custody

over his son.

Only a stupid woman would

do a thing like that.

It wasn't my fault either and

yet the took away my kids.

Who did she run

away with?

With some artist, they say.

- Do I hate artists!

Where to?

- You scared me!

Go back to your room. - We're

having a little bedtime snack.

I must go now.

- Stay a bit longer.

First I must return

the fish into the river.

Come on, don't be shy.

Don't worry, that's my son.

We have visitors. Two

incurable cases.

My honorable father and

his best friend.

I didn't come on a social visit,

I came for some money...

I gave you money

three days ago.

We are celebrating his

birthday. - Three whole days?

Explain to him why!

- I had a rough birth.

It lasted for three days.

Just give me the money.

Don't nag your old man.

When will you pay me back?

- When will I pay back?

I always keep my word. I'll pay

you back on the 1st.

Oh, you've got a job?

- God forbid...

I'll pay when you give

me my allowance.

No more money.

Here.

Oh, no! Is this a loan?

- It's a gift.

Don't do that.

You don't know him.

I know him. You are an

alcoholic. - You mean me?

Him, an alcoholic?

- You sure are.

You're destroying yourself and

degrading your son in this town.

You asked for money

but he turned you down,

so you took from me,

a total stranger.

Next you'll steal from someone.

- Me steal?

Or you'll rob a liquor store...

- He's right.

You're talking rubbish!

Are you crazy?

Are you calling me a thief,

you idiot?!

Let's calm down.

Stuff your money

you know were.

Shame on you.

Who is this idiot anyway? - He

is the expert on alcoholism.

Let's not bother them,

let's go.

Shame on you! Accusing

an old man...

...of being an alcoholic

and a thief.

Nice friends you've got,

my son.

I have to go.

Katya, give the Doctor a lift.

- No, I'll walk. - It's far.

Candied apples.

Want one, Boss?

- Leave me alone.

The Martians are about to land.

I can't wait to greet them.

Delicious apples.

I'll save the seeds.

The Americans faked

the moon landing.

They know how to

make movies.

Don't you watch T.V.?

- Yes, I do.

But, they can't fool me. They

built movie sets in California.

Lunar surfaces and space ships.

Then they filmed it all for TV.

But the real Martians will come

and spread a large steel net.

They'll scoop us up and take

us to their planet

and turn us into...

little tin men.

On a night like this,

I feel like playing.

Rade, let's be partners

when we get out.

I could be your singer.

- But, you sing out of tune.

I'll form an orchestra and

play classical music.

You, play classical music?

- Don't tease him, he's good.

When I'm in the mood.

It's hard to fight for one's

ideas in such a small town.

Especially, for a woman.

The brewery is my life.

Public relations, sales,

entertainment,

and the brewery's image.

If only you knew how happy I am

to be able to talk to you

knowing that you'll

understand me.

Doctor!

We'll see each other

tomorrow. Good night.

One, two, three, four.

Flutter, like birds.

Good morning, Doctor.

Just keep exercising.

Where's my boy? - He went

for a walk with Jelena.

One, two, three, four.

Flutter, three, four.

Jelena!! Dejan!

Reach for the apples!

One, two, three...

Where did Red Riding Hood

go wrong?

She went off the path while

Granny waited.

To pick flowers.

Man must stay on the right path.

Temptation leads him astray.

Like flowers led

Red Riding Hood.

Miss Jelena is so nice.

- Yes, she is.

Daddy, don't be

mean to her.

Will the show be a comedy?

No, we are playing ourselves

before treatment.

Sounds heavy!

Who is that girl? - Mila.

Why, you like her?

What tits! - I screwed her for a

couple of lottery tickets.

You? - Yes, me. Why don't

you wipe your nose.

Is there a shower we can use?

- For you, anything. Sit down.

Would you like a cigarette?

Doctor, everything's ready.

- Well done, Steve.

If you've finished,

lunch is ready.

That's what we need! - Take the

guests to the canteen.

Can I go with Miss Jelena?

- Yes, you can, but behave.

Let me show you

our library.

Look! "The Drunkard."

"King Alcohol."

"The Old Man of the Sea."

I'll purge the library with

every book about alcohol.

But, "The Old Man of the Sea"

is about fishing.

Yes, but the author

was a drunk.

You want to throw all

these away? - Yes.

You've inspired me to do it.

- I'm glad.

Do you want a soft drink?

- Thank you.

Oh, how I love soft drinks.

Here.

Eat Dejan.

- I can't.

Jelena, I'd like to talk

to you. - Yes, Steve.

The informer has left.

How about some beer now?

Honey, do you approve?

G-g-good idea.

- Why not?

Go on.

Hurry up.

This is our P.A. System. We have

music to motivate our workers.

That was my idea.

- Brilliant.

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